Runaway Life // FILLIE

Awkward Awakenings

Finn's POV:

"Can I go kill him, can I go murder his ass and anything he loves- actually wait.. let's just destroy that piece of air guitar he loves so dearly. How 'bout that? I think I'll go do that now." I put my hand to his chest, stopping him in his tracks as he huffs and sits back up on the bathroom sink. "I-I'll kill that motherfucker for hurting Mil-" The boy's slurred words get cut off by himself as he hurls out another eaten meal into the toilet. Gross. "You really shouldn't have drunk so much Gaten, I don't know what you were thinking." Caleb remarks with a shake of his head, one that causes me to smirk. "I was thinking that chick was hot as fuck, that's what!" Gaten answers as he leans against the tub, sweaty and breathless. "Anyway.. I already got in a couple of good hits on him. I don't think he'll ever be coming back again after what I did to that 'model' face if his." I mention, mocking the word 'model'. "Good, but we're still gonna kill him.. he kinda deserves it." Gaten mumbles with a pointing finger to me, one that inevitably falls lifelessly back to the cool tile floor.

"You bet your fur he does, that fucker deserves to be thrown in the trash where he belongs; finally'll be living among his own kind." I retort, raising my brows at the end. The two boys laugh softly, careful not to be too loud in the late night. "Keep talking like that and you'll start sounding like Richie Tozier." The dark-eyed teen jokes through a chuckle, though Gaten and I only stare at him with curious eyes. "Richie- whattey?" The curly haired boy asks as he takes off his hat, crumpling the worn fabric in his hands. Caleb glance to us like it's obvious, "Richie Tozier- you know, Trashmouth. From IT? The book written by Stephen King?" He suggests, naming things I still don't know about. I glance to Gaten as he does the same, shaking our heads we shrug innocently. The dark skinned boy rolls his eyes as he folds his arms together, "Whatever." Letting the conversation drop, I pat Caleb's back as I press my lips together. "Well- hey, I better get back to Millie. Make sure to tell Noah and Sadie what happened when they get home, and please, be gentle." I recommend with a sympathetic expression. He nods, waving me off just as Gaten starts to hurl chunks again. How does he still have anything to throw up? Seriously, that kids like a freaking alcoholic pig.

Grimacing at the sound, I quickly escape from the bathroom and walk down the hall to Millie's room. Slowly opening the door, I watch as the brunette flinches at the light creak the rusty hinges produce. Millie.. god, please don't be scared. Swiftly brushing away the worried thought, I close the door and get under the warm, inviting covers that laid sorrowfully beside Millie before I had taken up the area. "I hope you don't mind.. I told the guys." I mutter softly, rubbing my thumb over the slight creases on my bare stomach. Her gentle, doe, brown eyes slowly flutter open to gaze at me; the sight only slightly visible in the dark lighting.

"They would found out anyway, besides we'd have to tell them eventually if they hadn't." She mumbles, just enough awake to make her words pronounced correctly as they're muttered from her lips. "Couldn't be truer." I whisper softly as I stare at the white ceiling, slowly drifting off to sleep as the British girl laying beside me snuggles closer to my chest's warmth. Letting my weary eyes close, I allow myself to fall into the deep waters of sleep.

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Millie's POV:

I groan through my forming smile, unable to keep in my happiness. "Stop, stop! Morning breath!" I shriek as I quickly sit up in bed, woken by the gentle kisses put across my lips by a curly haired boy. "Morning, new girl." He greets with a smirk as he too sits up, giving me the plain view of his bare chest. "You know.. you should really stop being shirtless all the time- it's pretty distracting to the people around you." I flirt, leaning into him as I sit in his lap with my fingers tangled in his curls. "You mean you, and only you." Finn smiles, his charming signature smile that makes my head spin. I shrug, "More or less, yeah." Laughing, he slowly leans in with his eyes focused on my lips. My fingers tighten with every inch his lips get closer to mine, wishing to feel the sensation only he can give me. Just as his lips are about to graze mine the abrupt sound of the bedroom door swinging open stops us, our heads whipping to the open doorway.

"Oh- were you guys about to- are you- did I- uh..." Noah stutters, paralyzed in the doorway with both hands on each side of the frame as he stares at us with wide eyes. "We're heading out to Starbucks for breakfast if you wanna, you know, join us. I mean- unless you have other plans to continue." He explains, smirking at the end as his teasing personality comes back. I roll my eyes at the teen, slightly annoyed he ruined the moment. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Paige walks up right behind Noah to tell him something before spotting us in the same position he had found us. "Oh hey.. so you guys.. sleep together now?" She questions as her accent flourishes and brows furrow.

I look to Finn as he presses his lips together in a grimace at our situation, squinting his eyes as he painfully nods. "Hm, that's new." Paige says as if speaking to only herself, scanning us up and down before continuing down the hall. "Great, now all morning she's just gonna be staring at you guys judgmentally, great job guys- really." Noah complains once she's out of earshot. Finn lets out a stressed sigh as if Paige was just considering to kill him. "Oh and Finn?" The hazel-eyed boy remarks, catching his attention as he raises his brows in interest. Noah smirks, "Good luck man." "Yeah.. thanks, I'll need it." Finn admits with a slight smile as the boy then disappears down the hall. Our eyes lock as we let out a shocked laugh, still embarrassed that just happened. "Coulda gone worse." I mention, shrugging as I roll off of him and off the bed. "Coulda gone better." Finn states with as hand difficultly running through his tangled mess of curls. So fucking hot.

He leaves to go to the bathroom as I begin getting changed into a white baseball-tee with dark green sleeves, light pale blue jeggings, and a pair of black combat boots I forgot I owned. Uncertain of my outfit, I head down the empty hallway to the already opened bathroom where I can already hear the faint sound of teeth brushing. "Finn- Beanie boy- hey." I call to get the curly haired boy's attention as he was spacing out. "Huh?" He hums through his open mouth as he continues brushing. "How's this?" I ask as I gesture to my outfit, groaning when he looks in the mirror at me and shrugs. "You're really no help at all, you know that?" I complain, he nods before spitting into the sink; clearly not affected by my insult.

"You're hot, okay? You look good in anything." He replies, waving my question off as he rinses his toothbrush under the sink. "This is where you're supposed to say, 'no, Millie, what I meant was that this outfit is perfect I love it and I love you'." I inform with furrowed brows as if surprised he hadn't known to say it before. "Millie.." Finn breathes out, a clear sense of annoyance in his tone. "What?" I ask quickly, slightly annoyed myself. Sighing, he stands before me and takes my hands in his. "You know I think you're gorgeous, I've told you so millions of times. And it doesn't matter to me whether you're wearing sweatpants or a white ball gown, I'll still think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on. So, when you want some approval on an outfit- it's not a good idea to come to me, because all I'll see is you... and damn are you breathtaking, new girl." He states, breathing out as he stares at me in wonder. Smiling, I watch as he heads down the hallway to his bedroom. "You're lucky I'm in love with you or else-" "I love you too." He yells just before disappearing into his room. You really are something special, aren't you heartthrob?